The Spider and the Shed
Out at yard sales on a rainy day
In the entrance to a shed
We watched as a spider dandled down
Looking to be fed
We stood outside in the pouring rain
Just me and Emma Peel
She looked my way and said to me
I’m not a spider meal
It was raining hard, we were getting wet
There were treasures inside for sure
I would check for bargains once inside
But only after her
Then suddenly without a word
We stood and did not care
As the woman that had just walked out
Had the spider in her hair
The way was clear, it was alright now
We could find our deals inside
We could have told the lady who cleared the way
But to hell with foolish pride
She knew that she was on her own
She knew the price to pay
It’s everybody for themselves
For this was garage sale day
~ Stan Belanger
On a garage sale jaunt last year in Merrickville,
my husband and daughter had witnessed the spider’s moving day and this is what inspired my hubby to write the poem.
I guess this one garage sale we will never forget…hehe!
Merrickville ; a purrfect place for inspiration.
